One Last Time

What is the point of fighting anyway? When it only seems to bring death and destruction?

War’s a dirty thing. It can turn a nation against itself Pit friend against friend Family against family Brother against brother. And when you end up facing Your own blood on the battlefield Face to face And on opposite sides You can’t help but wonder How it came to this. You’ve been desperately hoping To never see him. But this is war, And you are both fighting for your beliefs. So you fight. And you kill. And when you realize That you’ve spilled your brother’s blood You can’t help but cry. With your brother’s death Your best friend’s death You become listless And suicidal So you throw yourself Into every battle Wishing for death Not wanting to face The accusatory looks of your family When you come back alive But your brother does not. And so you fight. Because all you want to do Is see your brother again To tell him you’re sorry… Just one last time.

You win.

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